Carole has asked for Ten Guilty Pleasures this week.
Can I just say, that anything that gives you pleasure should not have any connotations of ‘guilty’ around it? All day long I listen to women discussing food, what they’ve been good with, what they’ve been naughty over, what they should and shouldn’t eat. If they do eat too much, what exercise should they then do to compensate for it. I’m a little bit over people punishing themselves for eating or drinking something they enjoy I can tell you.
I digress and am verging on a rant too. Here are ten things I take great joy in:
1. Lazy weekend mornings; these are so rare with a three and a half year old boy in the house, whenever we can get one it is to be savoured. I love reading the papers, drinking my tea, not rushing over breakfast, not clock watching having to keep an eye on the time to get to where we’re going on time.
2. Reading in bed; I cannot tell you how much I love retreating to my bed to read. The second house we lived in in Australia had a balcony off the main bedroom, I could open the door, take a pot of tea upstairs and read with daylight and fresh air coming in, snoozing should I feel so inclined. I love reading full stop, but particularly propped up on pillows, with a cat nearby, is just bliss.
3. Walking; I love walking, preferably somewhere green; but when I want to clear my head, I’ll drive to Luna Park and walk to Port Melbourne, have a cup of tea and walk back, all up about 10km by Port Phillip Bay. I’m proud that Peanut walks alongside us, not wanting to be picked up and carried, when we go to the zoo, we can often cover 4-5km looking at all the animals, he doesn’t complain once, just carries on happily, then falls asleep before we’re out the car park!
4. Running; Let me caveat this. I am not sure I like running, but I like the feeling when it’s over. Does that count?
5. Uninterrupted sleeping; see number 1. As any parent will tell you, you’re permanently tired. Talking with a colleague at work yesterday whose daughter started school this week, she was following a discussion on Facebook about other families bed-time routines. Most of the families that commentated said they eat dinner anywhere from 4:30 – 5:30 pm, with their children heading -to bed at 7:00pm. As we both work until 5pm, and both of us try to eat dinner as a family, we thought that eating at 4:30pm was – well, odd for one thing, and secondly impossible for us to achieve. We both aim to get our children to bed as close to 7:30pm as we can, but last night it was 8:30pm before Peanut settled, he had one of those fighting it to the last second nights. Dropping Peanut at nursery on Monday this week, I watched a lady in full make-up serenely taking her three children in the door. I’d just about managed a shower and got dressed. While I know there will be days when she’s sporting yesterday’s mascara and bed-head, while I’m in a co-ordinated outfit, this week I am running on empty and it’s only Wednesday.
6. Going to the cinema on my own; if you’ve not done this yet, can I please urge you to try it? I love being able to watch what I want to watch, I don’t have to share my popcorn (if I want any, but most often I don’t), I know I will adhere to the Wittertainment Code of Conduct and most importantly, I don’t have to worry about my companion not enjoying the film. It’s all about me.
7. A good roast dinner; not much to ask for, I know, but it’s one of my most favourite things. When I found a recipe for gluten free Yorkshire puddings to have with my roast beef, the mouthful of beef, pudding, gravy and horseradish sauce made me weep.
8. Red wine; I’d be tee-total except for this. And Hendricks Gin.
9. A deep tissue massage; alas I’ve moved away from my favourite massage therapist who took such wonderful care of me when I was pregnant. My osteo now does a bit of massage as part of any treatment, but I love a good pummelling.
10. A decent pot of tea; again not much to ask for, but sometimes impossible to get.
There we have it, I’m a woman of simple tastes!